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The local word on the street reveals nothing. No matter. The important thing now is taking the measure of the guards near the bank. Local militia most likely. It will be a blood-dimmed tide for them if swords were to be drawn.

Vodalus slouches toward the bank....

When I get there I'll watch the guards for a bit and make a sense motive check on them.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"Biscuits. This biscuit business is getting wearisome. I'll need to buy supplies at any rate. But first, I intend to get the measure of this town. Find out what the word on the streets is. I'll ask around town. Until we meet again. "

Vodalus walks off.

I'll make a Diplomacy check to gather information. General asking around and making small talk. News, rumours, the amenities of the town and the like.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14.

This is just getting comical at this point. Someone is clearly messing with me. Once again I roll horribly, only getting over 10 due to a high bonus.

I'll take a look at this guy's breastplate.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9

The dice loathe me.

Vodalus gazes into the distance and speaks.

"Power and the skill to wield it. Well put. For is that not what all those disciplines are really about? Religion and the power of the gods and those who speak for them. Politics has its basis in sovereignty and the skillful wielding thereof. Art is the imposition of will in order to shape reality or create a new one. I remain a dilletante where the arts are concerned. I write, mostly."

He returns his gaze to the road and walks onward.

Vodalus speaks to Orm.

"You are clearly learned in the discipline of magic. What other fields of study are you conversant in? Religion, political theory or the arts, perhaps?"

The horsemen vibe wealthy merchants. Offing them would be a good source of money for future endeavours. Unwise, however. There's too many of them, they are one horses and they are too close to Ravenwood. If even one gets away we're in trouble. Best to move on.

Arothcar is futzing around. He's trying to pass for human.

I'll make a disguise check to Aid Another on Arothcar's efforts.

"Pull your hat over your ears. Or wear a hood."

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

If the check is successful then Arothcar gets an additional +4 to his next Disguise check

"In addition I recommend we keep moving and leave those four alone. We have to keep a low profile and it's just too risky."

Your Sense Motive check reveals that Vodalus probably was being sarcastic when he said you won a biscuit.

"I said you get a biscuit. I didn't say I'd be the one giving it to you."

Vodalus rolls his eyes. This one could be irritating, but no use antagonizing my partners needlessly. Vodalus reaches in his pack. Vodalus holds out a biscuit.

"Don't ruin your dinner."

Sense Motive check on Arothcar. General frame of mind.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Vodalus awakes to his colleagues whistling. One is off-key. One is quite competent.

"Arothcar wins. You get a biscuit. Now, quit lollygagging. We have a town to reconnoitre, a vault to infiltrate and an idol to abscond with. Best get started."

He packs his gear. He breaks his fast.

"Solid plan. I'll take the measure of the guards. I can tell the difference between a veteran and a greenhorn easily enough."

These two want to be sneaky about pulling this job. Smart. Boring. No mutilated militia. No peasant vermin exterminated. Unfortunate.

Veto on the loan. I have no collateral and it draws too much attention. If things go wrong we don't want the bankers recognizing us. We'll take a look at the place but no more."

Vodalus sits at the table. Vodalus scans the map. This is a retrieval job. Go in/ grab the idol/get out. A good profit if successful.

A glance toward Orm.

You tell me. This is terra incognita as far as I know.

He's an imposing figure. He doesn't need to be hidden by hoods or hats. He has nothing to hide. He scans the room.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10 Do I notice anything about the surroundings or the present company?